Chapter 1

“Should have never come down here,” Buck whispered, pressing Lynda Cartier into the wall with his big, muscular body. He ran his big hands over her slender throat, broad shoulders, and silky arms. “The guys who come here have been watching you swing your big, sexy ass around town for years. I don’t think there’s a thing in the world any of them would like more than to fuck you right into the dirt. And I think I’m going to let them. You might own this building, you stuck-up cunt, but you don’t fucking give me orders.”

“No!” Lynda screamed, driving her knee into Buck’s crotch and tearing at his face with her sharp nails. She ran past him through the dark bar, telling herself that she would have him evicted, maybe even in jail, by the end of the day.

She never had a chance. A big guy named Grady Peane, who’d been working with Buck for years, grabbed her by her shiny black hair. Pete Fint, a young, good-looking guy who always seemed to be drunk, caught her by one arm. Together, they slammed her face-first into the wall.

“Let me go, you bastards!” Lynda shrieked, struggling desperately in their grasp. Dozens of other men were headed in her direction, drinks in their hands, lust and hate in their eyes. “You creeps had better let me go right now!”

“Strip the bitch!” Buck shouted, wiping a trace of blood from his cheek. “Strip her naked and beat the shit out of her! I think it’s time for this stuck-up slut to learn what the fuck she’s good for! All she’s ever been is a landlady, well, now she’s going to be a barmaid. She’s going to serve us in any way she can.”

Buck ran the roughest, sleaziest bar in town. His customers were all men, and all mean. There wasn’t one of them who didn’t know about Lynda, who didn’t hate her for her superior attitude and easy life, who didn’t lust for her because of her sexy body and beautiful face. A cheer went up at Buck’s words, and brutally strong hands gripped Lynda from every side.

“She’s a big bitch,” one of the men said, grabbing one of Lynda’s full, firm tits through the satin orange fabric of her clinging dress. “And fucking skinny! About the only meat on her is these jumbo tits!”

“Bullshit!” another man shouted, grabbing both the full, rounded cheeks of Lynda’s ass and squeezing so hard that the sexy young landlady moaned in pain. “Check out her ass and legs! Big and meaty and shaped just fucking right! Let’s get this cunt naked!”

Lynda screamed and struggled, but the men were far too strong for her. They ripped her dress to rags in a matter of seconds, laughing and joking and pawing Lynda’s luscious body while she cried and fought helplessly. Then, strangely, they backed away from her. They formed a rough circle around her, an unbreakable prison of hard-cocked men. Lynda stared at them in shock, sobbing helplessly and trying to hold the rags of her dress together to cover her voluptuous body.

“Shit,” Buck said, stepping into the circle. “You are a fucking beauty.”

It was the truth. Lynda was perhaps the most beautiful woman in town. She had a perfect face, with wide, startling blue eyes, full, red lips, a strong jaw, and high cheekbones. Her hair was pitch black and shiny, and it splashed past her shoulders in a silky tumble. But her body was even more special than her face.

Lynda was a tall woman, standing almost six feet even without the heels she was wearing. Her shoulders were broad and sexy. They had to be wide to support her tits. Lynda’s tits were big, firm mounds that sat so high on her chest that they seemed to grow right out from her collarbone. They were so round and creamy that they seemed almost unreal. And her nipples were perfect, dark brown spikes that jutted out almost an inch.

Lynda’s waist was obscenely small. But her hips flowed out generously, full and soft and inviting. And her legs were wondrous, her thighs lush and creamy, her calves delicate and perfect.

Lynda Cartier looked like a woman who had been built for sex. The only problem Buck could see was that some stupid motherfucker had forgotten to tell her.

It was an error he intended to correct.

“No!” Lynda gasped as Buck wrapped her in his big arms and pulled her roughly against him. “You can’t do this to me, you bastard! Let me go, let me go, let me go!”

Buck clamped his lips over Lynda’s.

Lynda gagged at the wet press of Buck’s mouth to hers. She jerked her head wildly from one side to the other. He just ground his lips against hers even harder. While he crushed his mouth against Lynda’s, his hands were roaming all over her body. He pinched her ass and squeezed her tits and even cupped his hand over the furry mouth of her cunt.

Lynda got one hand free and slapped him as hard as she could, and he threw her away from him.

Lynda stumbled helplessly into the arms of another man. Before she knew what was happening, he jerked back her head by a handful of her silky black hair. Then it was his lips plastered to hers, his slimy tongue trying to force its way into her mouth. Lynda swung at him wildly with both fists, and when one of her punches caught him on his chin, he grabbed her full right tit and turned it like a corkscrew.

“Oh no!” Lynda gasped. “No, no, no, no, no, no, no!”

“Stupid bitch!” the man growled, and used his grip on her tit to send her sprawling away from him.

Lynda covered her tits with her hands as she stumbled across the floor on her high heels. Grady wrapped her in his arms and struck at her elegant, creamy throat like some kind of viper. Lynda cried out in anguish as he chewed on her creamy flesh. Grady squeezed her around the middle, driving the air and the fight from her body. Then he shoved her to another man.

The new man smiled at her sweetly, then drove his fist brutally into the pit of her stomach. Lynda fell forward into his arms, almost passing out from the pain she was feeling. When he jerked her head up and blanketed her lips with his, she couldn’t keep her mouth shut. In an instant, his vile tongue was probing deep inside her helpless mouth. While the man kissed her, another guy pulled her arms behind her back.

By the time Lynda realized what was happening, it was too late to fight. There was a big man holding each of her arms, twisting them tightly behind her back, while a third hulking monster tied her wrists with the ragged remnants of her own dress. When the man who was kissing her threw her back across the circle, Lynda didn’t even have her hands free to struggle or break her fall.

The men tossed her back and forth, and soon Lynda was so shocked and disoriented that she wasn’t sure what was happening. The men all looked the same, whooping and laughing and looking at her with hate and lust. They did the same things to her, mauling her big tits and full ass, squirming their lips against hers while they drove their tongues deep inside her mouth, even hitting her with short, chopping punches to her tits, stomach, and back.

Lynda fell against Pete, and he grabbed her by her hair, raising his arm until Lynda was standing on tiptoe, squirming with pain. He grabbed the swatch of cloth that draped her hips and tore it away, revealing Lynda’s pink-lipped, dark-furred cunt. Half the men in the bar groaned in collective lust at the unveiling.

“No, don’t rape me!” Lynda gasped, crying uncontrollably and sounding so pitifully frightened that most of the men in the bar were laughing. “Please don’t rape me! I’ll let you have anything you want! I’ll never tell anyone what happened! Only please don’t rape me! Please, please, please!”

Pete laughed wildly, then spit right in Lynda’s face. His spit splattered between Lynda’s eyes and trickled down both sides of her nose. He levered her jaws open and spit again, this time filling her mouth with his spit. Lynda gagged, and Pete spit again.

“Who else wants in on this?” he asked, jerking Lynda’s head to one side so that she faced the rest of the mob of men. “How about we spit on the bitch?”

Instantly, Lynda was pelted with spit. There were a couple dozen men in the bar, and everyone crowded around to spit on her. Pete jerked her head first in one direction and then the other, using her beautiful face for a target. A dozen different men hocked their spit into Lynda’s open mouth. The spit of the rest rolled down her perfect features in sticky streams.

Lynda shrieked, her mind exploding with horror and humiliation over what was being done to her. She pulled wildly at the fabric that bound her wrists, jerking and tugging until the cloth bit deep into her flesh.

Pete forced her to swallow the pooled spit of at least a dozen men, and Lynda gagged helplessly as the collected drool poured down her throat.

Pete wrenched her around and plastered his lips over hers. Lynda cried out in fear and humiliation as Pete raped her mouth with his tongue. He grabbed her lush asscheeks and spread them wide, revealing both the pretty pink mouth of her pussy and the tight pore of her asshole. Within an instant, the men were attacking her sensitive little fuck-holes with their thick, grubby fingers.

A finger stabbed all the way inside Lynda’s cunt, making her cry out in pain. Her pussy was as tight as a girdle and as dry as a desert. The man’s finger tore into her like a jagged wooden splinter. A moment later, something even worse happened, as a man’s fat, long finger fucked up her tight, virgin shitter. The pain was incredible. Lynda squirmed and jerked spasmodically, tearing, burning pain shooting up her sensitive little asshole.

The fingers were pulled out of her pussy and asshole almost as soon as they were plunged in, but there was no relief for Lynda. Other fingers replaced the ones that were gone, stretching Lynda’s tight, dry fuck-holes.

Men were pinching her lush thighs and full, round asscheeks. Men were stroking her sides and stomach and arms. Dozens of hands swarmed over her huge, round tits, pinchlng and pulling and twisting and slapping. And every man in the bar was taking a turn fingering Lynda’s cunt and asshole. There were also fingers scratching her ass-crack and tugging on her pretty pink pussy lips.

Pete dragged his lips off Lynda’s, slobbering his way all over her beautiful face. The sexy landlady cringed under the vile nibbling and licking. He was washing her nose, cheeks, chin, even her eyes and forehead with his slippery spit. And while he did, other men crowded tight around her. A strange mouth clamped over hers, a strange tongue slurping all the way to the back of her throat. Teeth clamped down on both sides of her long, creamy throat, biting until Lynda whimpered in pain. Tongues probed her ears and traced the fine line of her jaw.

“Bastards!” she screamed, in the instant of breath she had between one man breaking off his rape of her mouth and the next clamping his lips over hers. “I’ll get you all! I’ll hire men to get you all! I’ll have them cut your cocks off!”

“You stupid cunt,” Buck said, grabbing her by her slender arms and lifting her off her feet. “Who said you were ever going to get the chance?”

Buck’s powerful hands bit so tightly into her creamy arms that Lynda screamed out in anguish. Her feet kicked at the air as he hefted her high. Then he threw her face-first against the wall, and everything began to go dark.

Lynda hit the wall, unable to brace herself with her hands tied behind her back. She wobbled on her heels as she bounced back off it, but before she could fall, a half dozen men, Pete and Grady among them, had grabbed her. They dug their strong fingers into her arms and tits. One man wrapped his big hands around her narrow waist. Another grabbed her by her slender throat. And they threw her into the wall again.